I was laying on my back, staring at the ceiling, when the sun rose the next morning. My mind still reeling, I kept replaying those intimate moments over and over in my mind. I couldn't sleep until I understood
how everything had happened so quickly...
How did we go from agreeing we didn't need to be around each other to me giving Luca a hand job twenty-four hours later?
I was mortified.
It took everything within me to get out of the bed that morning and venture downstairs.
Was it going to be awkward now?
You thought it was awkward before, I reminded myself. To my great displeasure, Luca was sitting at the kitchen counter when I went downstairs. He sat shirtless, facing away from me with a cup of coffee in one hand and an iPad in the other, scrolling through the news.
I wanted to tur
